Quotes on Death

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.

Design is the method of putting form and content together. Design, just as art, has multiple definitions; there is no single definition. Design can be art. Design can be aesthetics. Design is so simple, that's why it is so complicated.

I'm not afraid of death but I am afraid of dying. Pain can be alleviated by morphine but the pain of social ostracism cannot be taken away.

Life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all.

Sweetest love, I do not go, For weariness of thee, Nor in hope the world can show A fitter love for me; But since that I Must die at last, 'tis best, To use my self in jest Thus by feign'd deaths to die.

The very emphasis of the commandment: Thou shalt not kill, makes it certain that we are descended from an endlessly long chain of generations of murderers, whose love of murder was in their blood as it is perhaps also in ours.

ORPHAN, n. A living person whom death has deprived of the power of filial ingratitude . . .

Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.

The moment you start seeing life as non-serious, a playfulness, all the burden on your heart disappears. All the fear of death, of life, of love - everything disappears.

The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.

When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.

The hour I have long wished for is now come.

As a well spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.

Nothing puts life into men like a dying Savior.

In our brief national history we have shot four of our presidents, worried five of them to death, impeached one and hounded another out of office. And when all else fails, we hold an election and assassinate their character.

O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done.

To put it crudely but graphically, the monkey who did not have a realistic perception of the tree branch he jumped for was soon a dead monkey-and therefore did not become one of our ancestors.

The minister asks, 'What right have you to hope? It is sacrilegious to you.' But, whether the clergy like it or not, I shall always express my real opinion, and shall always be glad to say to those who mourn: 'There is in death, as I believe, nothing worse than sleep. Hope for as much better as you can.'

Upon the great questions of origin, of destiny, of immortality, of . . . other worlds, every honest man must say, 'I do not know.' Upon these questions, this is the creed of intelligence.

They live ill who expect to live always.